Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Index,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.